Snippet #2672402

"Griffin looked up at the self-righteous comment. It was amusing, how she thought she was clever. It may have been a decent slight, if anything she thought she knew was true.

"You don't really believe such things, do you? That we are monsters? If that were true, you'd fear us, or take your own life before letting us capture you. You are after something? What is it that you want?"

He sneered, his eyes burning fiercely. "Take my own life? You don't understand men, do you little Fae girl? A righteous man fears no evil. I am not afraid of you, not anymore than I was afraid of that succubus of the night, who attempted to manipulate me." Griffin smiled inwardly. The Night Queen likely wouldn't be pleased he had just implicated her in the matter, but he cared little. The deal he'd made was to buy time, he had no intention of honoring a pact with a lesser being. He'd get out of this cell, and the day girl would be his protection. Then he would consume her, possibly after consummating their new "friendship".

"Your glow is welcoming, but I will not be manipulated. By you, or her."

"You can't Roland! It's too dangerous!" Thomas shouted. Roland rounded on him, a fierce look in his eyes.
"Sir Thomas, I have to do this! I have to get back to her!" Roland shouted back, shaking Thomas' hand off of his shoulder.
"Wait, just WAIT! What if there was another way?" Thomas asked frantically.
"I don't have time for this, Sir Thomas!"
"Rather than risk dying before you even get to her, Roland! You can talk to her, why not bring her closer to us?" Thomas said.

"What are you saying?" Roland asked, narrowing his eyes.
"You can talk to her, yes? Griffin will need a shield to get out." Thomas said slowly.
"Are you asking me to tell Anansi to use herself as bait?!" Roland yelled in outrage.
"Damn it, Roland! If Griffin breaks out, the only way Anansi doesn't die is if he needs her to get across the border! That's the ONLY chance you'll have to save her! Think!"

Roland frowned angrily, defiance burning in his eyes. Then something sparked behind them, and he took a deep breath.

"I need a bed. I need to sleep."
"Sleep?" Thomas repeated, sounding utterly confused.
"Trust me." He replied, pushing past him and trying to reach out mentally to Anansi again. "Do. Not. Trust. Him. Meet me in your dreams."